Algy slipped from the kitchen and Brooke was oblivious to the heat of an open oven that followed him. She watched him in her peripheral and refocused on the doctor once the other man passed her eyeline. Their murmured conversation was beyond her hearing, and she grinned wider at Mathus’ astonishment.
The image of a skinned cat snagged her mind, and she realized that she could have been flayed alive and would have smiled through the torture. “Couldn’t be passing out now, could I?” She offered in blithe explanation, and it was the truth as far as she was concerned. After neutralizing the threat, Livvy became her next priority. Succumbing to her wounds wouldn’t have done anyone any favors.
Brooke eyed the bottle dark bottle of iodine. “Yeah. Do what you gotta do, doc.” She sat ready to be tended to, offering a hand with a picked-at wound as place to start. “Don’t worry. I’ll feel something again one day.” She grinned at her melodramatic doublespeak.
The image of a skinned cat snagged her mind, and she realized that she could have been flayed alive and would have smiled through the torture. “Couldn’t be passing out now, could I?” She offered in blithe explanation, and it was the truth as far as she was concerned. After neutralizing the threat, Livvy became her next priority. Succumbing to her wounds wouldn’t have done anyone any favors.
Brooke eyed the bottle dark bottle of iodine. “Yeah. Do what you gotta do, doc.” She sat ready to be tended to, offering a hand with a picked-at wound as place to start. “Don’t worry. I’ll feel something again one day.” She grinned at her melodramatic doublespeak.